Long Distance

We were at that pub. The same one. I saw you long before you saw me. You were surrounded by those young pretty types. You know, the needy annoying blonde girls.

We were at that pub. The same one. I saw you long before you saw me. You were surrounded by those young pretty types. You know, the needy annoying blonde girls. They all look the same. They all sound the same. I don’t know how you stand it. But, I played it cool – I had to. I’m from New York. And then you saw me. You always had a way of making me believe you were actually excited to see me. I fall for it every time. It could just be how you welcome us foreigners. Maybe I over-felt it. But boy! you sure could make me laugh. I mean, more than the statutory chuckles in the exchange of pleasantries. I loved the feeling. It made me want to dream dreams and discuss long distance opportunities. But again, maybe that’s just your way. All I remember was the laughter – like sheer ecstasy! A height I haven’t been to in ages. My face quivered and hurt all at once in joyful smiles and desperation. At some point, I’m sure we left. It all became hazy. Next thing I knew, I was heading back to Tottenhale crying on my train ride towards the airport that eventually took me right back home.

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